Freshly Pressed and Happy

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(Music erupts in the background with drums and singing.) Oh, excuse me, I’m just doing my happy dance. In case you missed it, I was Freshly Pressed. Blogging friends, it was as if I took a happy pill! I’m not bragging. Me? No, no. I want to share my happiness with you. I was…

running with butterflies…

Sitting, too. All that running…It’s good to sit.

swimming with dolphins…

What could be better?

I was a badaass and ran the pool table. I just wanted to be able to say that. I suck at pool.

Oh, not me. But she could be badass, yes?

My new favorite color is orange. I’m going to paint my walls orange. Okay, maybe this is a bit much. My son has orange walls; I’ll just sit in his room to get to my happy place. I could stencil in stars and bubble boxes. I don’t think he’ll mind.

Can you tell I liked it?

It was my lovely balloons that did it! What could go wrong? Magical and mystical hot air balloons give us hope. They inspire bucket lists. I now have a bucket list and I am going to fly IN a hot air balloon. See, you never know what a post will inspire.

Fellow bloggers were soooo nice. I felt like I was on another planet, not that bloggers aren’t usually cordial. It’s cool you get to meet people it might take you years to meet otherwise.

For those who have followed me, welcome! I am thrilled that you’re here. But pst…just so you know…I’m not really a photographer. For the record. I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into. I took those balloon photos with a simple Canon Powershot. I just pointed and clicked. It was hard not to capture these balloons. They were explosions of color, BIG, and if and when they moved, moved slowly. Floated really. I did have some exquisite lighting, which by the way, was managed by my attendance in the predawn darkness. See the sacrifice? But so worth it. Apparently!

There I am in my first spot (top far left). The first appearance is thrilling.

My moment in the spotlight (about 2 days) is fading, as I am in my last slot before I’m booted. And then, poof. The lights go out and it gets quiet. Really fast. But it sure was a lot of fun while it lasted!

Blogging friends, for those of you who want to be Freshly Pressed…just Fuhgeddaboudit! What I mean is this. Just do what you do, and when it’s NOT on your radar, it will fall in your lap…or in your IN BOX. I hope so!

But you did (and do) a wonderful job, B.F… it’s not the camera that makes the photographer! I was so happy to see you had been F.P’d!!! I almost never check the F.P. page… but for some reason I did that day… and I was all, ‘Hey! I know those balloons!’ And then I was all, ‘AWESOME’! And then I was all, ‘when did I start saying “and then I was all” so much’?
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I then I was all…so excited you came to the FP page! That was a highlight for me that day!! I know…I hardly check that page either any more, and quite by accident, I have come across friends I know that just happened to be Freshly Pressed. It’s like a cosmic thing when it happens! Thank you, SIG!!